Burning Man 2012, by Mark Morford

August 22, 2013

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Anteater? I think? Pretty cute, whatever it is.
On the night of the burn, all art cars gather in an enormous semicircle around the Man, each blasting its own music and yet somehow not overlapping each other too obnoxiously. Funny how I was all prepared to take a bunch of killer night shots on burn night with my good camera before it decided to fail on me mere minutes before nightfall, leaving me with nothing but a swell point-and-shoot with terrible night settings. Ah well. It's impossible to describe, much less capture, the scale and color, smell and feel of this night anyway. Perhaps that's what makes BM so otherworldly. It's one of the few events left on earth that you simply cannot experience any other way except by attending it yourself. You think you know, but you have no idea.

99of100

Anteater? I think? Pretty cute, whatever it is.
On the night of the burn, all art cars gather in an enormous semicircle around the Man, each blasting its own music and yet somehow not overlapping each other too obnoxiously. Funny how I was all prepared to take a bunch of killer night shots on burn night with my good camera before it decided to fail on me mere minutes before nightfall, leaving me with nothing but a swell point-and-shoot with terrible night settings. Ah well. It's impossible to describe, much less capture, the scale and color, smell and feel of this night anyway. Perhaps that's what makes BM so otherworldly. It's one of the few events left on earth that you simply cannot experience any other way except by attending it yourself. You think you know, but you have no idea.